The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (!

As soon as the meeting of the Alliance of Misery ended, an accident happened.

Without waiting for Soshyang to contact, the three mechanical teaching organizations in the Storm Star Territory suddenly smelled "smell" and arrived.

Because I don't know when there was a rumor that in the Star Fort captured by the Alliance of Misery, there was a certain dark age technology product, and its value was extremely high.

So one month after Starcastle was dragged back to the Nathan 4 orbit, the representatives of Casting World Griffin 4, Griya, and Zhao-Akkada all came to Nathan 4, and they all asked to see the legend. "Black Technology" in China.

But Soshyang was in trouble.

He didn't know who had spread this rumor, but there was no doubt that his intentions were extremely sinister, and he might even rush to the key fragment of the Universal Machine Book.

And the people who spread the rumors are still very smart. If you directly say that there are key fragments of the Myriad Machines Book, most of them will only be regarded as nonsense and not taken seriously, but if there is black technology, then the mechanical believers will probably believe it.

After all, there are precedents for this kind of thing, and there are many examples.

But the question is, where does Soshyang have this thing in his hands?

But the more he explained, the less the mechanical believers really believed. The representative of Griffin 4 even directly accused Soshyang of not telling the truth, because his emotion perception instrument scanned Soshyang’s brain waves to be abnormal, obviously. Is lying.

Knowing that the other party was actually scanning him, Soshyang was so angry that he almost threw the guy into space—if Sol stopped him, he might have done it.

After being stalked by the mechanics for several days, Soshyang had no choice but to get out a few of Dietrian's inventions, pretending to be the "black technology" in Starcastle.

The representatives of the Mechanical Teaching saw that it was a technological heresy, and their interest immediately diminished, but they still checked it carefully and determined that some of it really belonged to some unique technology.

But out of principle, they can't recycle the technical heretics. That would only give people a handle and can only urge Soshyang to destroy those heretical technologies.

But now that they are here, Soshyan will naturally not let go of this opportunity, he informed the three casting worlds of his ideas.

Signing a contract with an alliance of interstellar warriors has attracted their attention again.

However, because the matter is serious and their own authority is not high enough, they can only send the news back to the headquarters, waiting for the decision of the sages or higher-level messengers to come and discuss.

But in the process of waiting, there is still an episode.

The representative of Zhao-Akkada secretly found Soshyan, hoping to recover the core technology of those "slightly heretical" cores.

Although Soshyang was a little surprised, he did not accuse the other party out of the so-called sense of justice. After all, there are some things that everyone knows. It is difficult for a truly open and upright casting world to survive until now. There are a few shady housekeepers in every house. ability.

But he also made his own request.

Starcastle’s machine soul is undergoing purification, but both the main control system and the meditator array need to be replaced. He hopes that Zhao Akada can help restore this part.

Zhao Akada’s representative immediately agreed to this request and informed Soshyan that professional personnel and materials would arrive soon.

Although I don't know who the other person is talking about, Soshyan is still looking forward to it, because the tech priests he has at hand are not the most professional in The Thinker. Most of them prefer various combat systems.

However, what he couldn't guess was that the one who was coming was a--

"Damn, I feel like I'm going to become a moldy bread maker."

Six mechanical apologists wrapped in faded, ragged rust-red robes stood in front of her motionlessly, as if the wide transcription hall of the Technical Archives overlooked the thousands of scribes below. The statues of those sages are just like.

Their iron boots were firmly locked in the containment slot on the starship deck, and she had to hold on to a metal pillar so as not to hit her head on the ship, or fall over when the starship took off. Ground.

The internal space of the starship is simple and simple, which enhances the practicality as much as possible. Its design does not contain any unnecessary decoration or aesthetic elements to please the vision, which perfectly demonstrates the characteristics of the organization to which it belongs.

Ada Lovelace stroked her short blond hair with one hand, and the dust and grease adhering to her hair made her eager to bathe in the pool cubicle once a week.

However, she has a feeling that the cleanliness she yearns for is the farthest thing from the minds of those apologists.

When they brought her out of the cell under the library, no one of them said a word other than confirming her name.

As for the reason for her imprisonment, it was because her superiors discovered that she had improved the internal workings of The Thinker’s computer, and then the technical director sent Lovelay to a violent and angry brain static murmur from the speakers. Si dragged off the work line.

Being locked in total darkness for seven days almost broke her.

She still remembered that when the door to the cell finally opened, the bronze death mask of the apologists, the shimmering canes in their hands and the unforgiving gazes in their eyes appeared in front of her, she couldn't help but shrink tightly. A lump.

After the apologists invited the technical director to scan the biometric security code stored in their canes, her protest against their sudden intrusion and blurted out immediately stopped.

She was very afraid of these apologists. Later, she felt that she should have been afraid of them. Their master specially designed them like this: enlarged body, limbs transformed into weapons and glowing green behind the bronze skull mask, Unblinking eyes.

In a short while, she was dragged out of the cell, and dragged through the writing room where she had been working for several years before, shaking echoes like a giant cave.

Thousands of scribes, draftsmen, administrators and form stampers in burqa filled this writing room~www.wuxiaspot.com~ when she was taken to the archway leading to the distant world , She realized that she would be sad to be separated from the knowledge here.

She will not miss the people here because she has no friends or colleagues here.

None of the pale-skinned skilled workers will lift their heads from their tedious work, the sea-green fluorescence of their Thinker’s computer and the flickering light of the bulbous light floating in the dusty air, Covered their lifeless and vigorous, haggard faces.

Such a state was unheard of for Ada Lovelace, and she was always amazed at how glorious her scribe colleagues knew of the work they were doing.

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